Chapter 877

After half an hour, an hour, and two hours, Xu Zijin called old dean Zhang's phone number continuously, but no one answered.

In fact, after the call this time, Dean Zhang's mobile phone was completely scrapped.

I took it to a mobile phone shop for repairs, and they all said that it was too worn out and old, and it should have been replaced a long time ago, and repairs were useless.

So, even though Xu Zijin called old Dean Zhang again the next day, there was still no connection.

Xu Zijin frowned when he thought that Dean Zhang had information about the real Xu Lijing.

Although the news is sad, he has the responsibility to investigate clearly, and this is an explanation to his parents.

Thinking of this, Xu Zijin immediately set off to the hospital.

"Zi Jin, why are you here so early in the morning? Aren't you going to work?" Mrs. Xu gave her son a reproachful look.

During this period of time, her son was running around, and she also felt distressed in her heart when she saw her son.

Although the old lady wanted to drive him away again and again by not getting married or getting a wife, but she was just thinking about it.

"The company has something to do and needs to go on a business trip. Come and see Dad before leaving."

"I'm fine. Don't worry about it. Work is important." Hearing what Xu Zijin said, Xu Canyang waved his hand, wishing Xu Zijin would leave immediately.

Afterwards, Mrs. Xu gave this move a cold look.

The old man doesn't understand his son's filial piety, what's the point of work? No matter how important it is, it is not more important than people.

Although her son does not listen to persuasion occasionally, he is never confused about major matters.

"Don't listen to your dad's nonsense, you, just go at ease, I will take care of your dad here."

"Well, then I'll go first. If there's anything else, please call me, Mom."

"Okay, okay."

Xu Zijin dropped these words, turned around and left.

After leaving, Mrs. Xu happily said to Xu Canyang, "Old man, you have a good vision. Although Zi Jin's bad temper has made me mad, but he is filial and capable. You really had a vision back then."

There were so many people in the orphanage, and they caught sight of the young Xu Zijin.

"Heh..." Xu Canyang raised his eyes.

Xu Zijin booked the fastest flight to City A, and got on the plane soon.

After more than ten hours of flying, the plane landed at the airport in City A.

Xu Zijin got out of the airport, hailed a taxi, and told the driver to go to Bo'ai Orphanage.

Two hours later, the taxi stopped at the gate of Bo'ai.

It was a rather old four-story house, and the words Boai Orphanage on the gate were stained with a lot of dust.

Standing at the door, Xu Zijin heard the sound of children laughing inside.

"Mr. Xu, go in." The assistant reminded in a low voice.

Xu Zijin's posture was straight, and he stepped inside.

Because of the arrival of this stranger, the children's playful voices in the yard suddenly weakened, and they all looked up at Xu Zijin.

He also frowned, but he didn't look at these children, but at the structure of the orphanage.

The open door did not see the figure belonging to the management of the orphanage.

"Mr. Xu, wait a moment, I'll go and ask." The assistant was very smart, asking for instructions in a low voice, Xu Zijin nodded, and he immediately came forward and walked in front of the group of children.

Most of them are children around seven or eight years old, looking at them ignorantly.

Xu Zijin's assistant is from the United States. He is an authentic American, but he can speak fluent Chinese.

"Who are you? What are you going to do?" The leader child, startled by the assistant's blond hair and blue eyes, asked in a rough voice.

"Hi kid, may I ask, is old Dean Zhang here? Dean Zhang Quanyou."

The children looked at each other, seeing that Xu Zijin's assistant was not malicious, they nodded boldly.

"Are you looking for Grandpa Zhang?"

"Yes, can you take us to him?"

"Grandpa Zhang went out to buy a mobile phone, so he's not here." A little girl rushed out from behind, blinking her big eyes, looking straight at Xu Zijin and replied.

The assistant nodded towards Xu Zijin upon hearing this.

"Is there anyone else here?"

The child nodded, "Grandma Zhang is in the kitchen."

Then, someone led them in from the corridor, and they walked half a circle before they found the so-called kitchen.

"Grandma Zhang, someone is here." With the cry of the child, a fat old lady came out of the kitchen.

Seeing the two strangers coming, Grandma Zhang was a little surprised, "Two gentlemen?"

Xu Zijin nodded, "Hi, I'm looking for Mr. Zhang Quanyou."

"The old man has gone out, and he will come back after a while. If you don't mind, the two gentlemen sit down and wait for a while?"

"Okay, sorry for the trouble."

In fact, only Xu Zijin sat down and waited by himself, and the assistant Ike was ordered by Xu Zijin a few times, then nodded and went out.

Grandma Zhang looked at Xu Zijin's suit and leather shoes, dressed in extraordinary clothes, she was not an ordinary person at first glance.

After waiting for half an hour, the old director Zhang came back, and Ike, who carried the big and small bags, also came back, followed by two supermarket staff, who helped carry the things.

Xu Zijin didn't care about Ike, and got up directly to shake hands with Dean Zhang: "Dean Zhang, I'm Xu Zijin, the person who called you before."

"Oh, Mr. Xu, I know." The old director Zhang is very old, his hair is white, his teeth have fallen out a lot, and his words are leaking.

But look, the body bone is not bad.

"I'm sorry, my mobile phone...is broken." Old Dean Zhang came to see him within a day, and he must be in a hurry.

"It's okay, please sit down." Xu Zijin nodded. It turned out that the mobile phone was broken. He thought there was another reason, but luckily.

"May I trouble you to talk about my sister again?" Xu Zijin's tone was very polite.

In San Francisco, Xu Zijin is very powerful and has completely controlled the Xu family.

When most people see him, they will respectfully call Mr. Xu, or Mr. Xu.

At this moment, there are not many situations where Xu Zijin is so polite.

"I know you came here for this matter. I told you on the phone before that if your sister is really Song Tianzhen, then she is indeed dead. Song Tianzhen, when you came to our orphanage , about four or five years old, I don't remember the details..."

In fact, Xu Zijin was not easy to be sure, but his mother said that Song Tianzhen in the photo looked very similar to her, and it was her, so he thought so.

"According to you, Ms. Song Tianzhen still has a daughter?" Xu Zijin asked.

"Oh, this is true. I received a call from this doll two days ago." Old Dean Zhang said quickly, and took out his notebook, this time the number was not lost.